A chill surged from the hearts of everyone in the conference room.
Xiang Jiantian looked at the surveillance camera in the corner of the conference room. The camera was on, but not recording. Ji Chengtao's hand reached toward the table to press the alarm bell to notify the guards outside to come in.
The crow on the window sill has not moved yet.
But it's definitely unusual.
Zhuo Hua, Zhao Yichen and others all changed their expressions. They communicated with their eyes and were ready to take action at any time, using guns, spells, and old seals.
But they found more and more that they seemed to be stagnant in the air, and their hands and feet became slower...
My mental consciousness also vaguely felt a sharp coldness, enveloping me from all sides.
At this time, Ji Chengtao pressed the alarm bell, but what he got was silence.
They seemed to be able to see that the conference room was isolated.
The heart is doubtful, the heart is clenched, the heart is aching, and the heart is filled with fear... That abnormal power has invaded this place from time to time...
"Action..." Ji Chengtao shouted decisively. He wanted to shout, but his voice was hard and hoarse, like he was stumbling forward while dragging a heavy object.
Xiang Jiantian wanted to pull out the gun from his waist, Zhuo Hua wanted to chant the spell, Zhao Yichen wanted to make the old seal... but everyone seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.
There was a sudden change on the side of the window. The dark crow spread its wings, and the abyss-like eyes seemed to burst out with fire.
Everyone saw the dark night outside the window pouring in, twisting into a ball, and the crow turned into a huge shadow in the shape of spread wings. Above the shadow, a tall humanoid figure appeared, as if projected from the shadow of the crow.
, and seems to be born from darkness.
The humanoid figure was wearing a black leather robe and a strange mask with a long, pointed mouth. He was a bird-beaked doctor...
For the eyes that were not covered by the mask, the left eye socket was broken and the right eye socket was deep.
As soon as they saw it, their minds suddenly became more turbulent, as if there was another familiar figure looming...
But what is it? What power, what creation, what origin...
Is it a phantom or reality?
When all kinds of surprises and doubts struck, everyone saw the tall doctor with a bird's beak. He stretched out his right hand from his robe, holding a black pistol in his hand. He raised it and pointed the muzzle at the conference table.
There is only coldness in the strange and incomprehensible eyes.
"You..." Ji Chengtao opened his mouth, his face still wrinkled with a bit of the graceful look of his youth.
Others don’t know exactly what they saw or what they wanted to say. Who are you? What are you?
Bang!
A gunshot broke the silence of the conference room.
Blood spattered on the conference table, staining the desktop, laptop and documents on the table red.
Only half of Ji Chengtao's face was left, and the other half was shattered by a gunshot. The pistol shouldn't be so powerful, but it just happened.
The face was covered in blood and flesh, and the body leaned back. At first, the whole body was shaking slightly. This was the muscle reflex that had not been interrupted when the body had just died. But after less than ten seconds, it became motionless. Ji Chengtao leaned on his back.
Blood and plasma are still flowing down the office chair.
The first director of this special operations department died suddenly.
Complex expressions of surprise, anger, and fear quickly spread on the faces of Xiang Jiantian, Tan Qinmin, and others, but they still couldn't break out of the quagmire...
They wanted to do something, but they could only watch the "bird-beaked doctor" move his right hand and the muzzle of the gun... Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Accompanied by a series of gunshots, Tan Qinmin was punched with a hole in his forehead, bleeding profusely; Zhao Yichen was hit in the left eye, and the eye socket was shattered with half of his skull flying away; Li Xingli was shot through the bridge of his nose by a bullet.
Enter, and the whole head explodes from it...
In just one breath, this long conference table was painted in blood.
Some people fell on the table, while others leaned on the back of their chairs like Ji Chengtao, trying not to fall to the ground due to their own strength.
The mutilated and blurry faces of these important officials still show the horror, confusion and unwillingness they felt when they died...
Of the eleven people at the conference table, only one was left who had not been shot, Zhuo Hua, an old member of the Magic Club.
Xiang Jiantian fell to the floor. He was shot in the mouth. Half of his face and his chin were missing, but his brain was still alive and his hands were still crawling instinctively...
Zhuo Hua stared blankly at the "Doctor Bird's Beak". He didn't know why, but he thought of a person, a dead person. Maybe it was because the figure was so similar, maybe it was his... mental telepathy... Zhuo Hua
Hua Ai said: "Doctor Gu, is it you? I didn't expect..."
Bang!
Before he could finish his plea, blood spurted out like rain from Zhuo Hua's head, and with a bang, Zhuo Hua fell forward onto the conference table, leaving another pool of blood.
Doctor Gu?
Xiang Jiantian, who still had some consciousness left, seemed to hear the name... He seemed to be crawling on the floor...
With his eyes gradually distracted, he saw the black shadow in the shape of a crow spreading its wings on the ground in front of him, and took a step forward.
[I have no mercy. The more the insects squirm, the more I want to squeeze out their internal organs. 】
Bang!
Another gunshot.
Xiang Jiantian's head was more than half cut off by a bullet. His whole body twitched slightly, then fell silent and turned into a pool of blood.
The conference room also returned to deathly silence, with only the swishing sound of the cold wind rolling the curtains.
The beaked doctor turned around and walked away, putting the pistol back into his robe with his right hand, not caring about the surveillance camera in the corner of the wall.
On the window sill, the human figure and the black shadow of the crow gradually blurred, re-condensing into the black crow, which spread its wings and jumped into the dark night outside, disappearing away.
In the conference room behind it, more and more blood flowed from the eleven corpses to the ground, as if it was soaking the place and turning it into a river of blood.
Dead silence, dead silence. After a while, the dead silence was broken by a bang. The door of the conference room was broken open from the outside. Immediately, guards broke in using tactics of rushing into the room. The automatic rifles in their hands were aimed at the surroundings, but they
I was immediately frightened by the blood...
There was no longer any abnormal power in the conference room, and there was only a hazy night outside the window.
The guards looked around blankly, with their hair standing on end, and the world was spinning...
There is no need to go up for any vital signs check, but you also know that these department executives, who are bloody and confused, have already...
"Asking for support, asking for support..." the guard captain called weakly and reported in confusion, his frozen eyes scanning the corpses, "Minister Ji, to the captain and the others, they... are all dead... all,
It seems that he was shot..."
None of the silent guards knew what this huge change meant to the Special Operations Department and the Secret Bureau.
Just before the mobile task force dispatched by multiple departments of the headquarters set off for Qing'an City,
The eleven core senior executives of the Special Operations Department were destroyed by an unknown force...